Current mood:

cold

Preserved Forever
Isabella stepped outside into the winery morning. Her hands were cold as ice but she touched the snow that landed in her hand and hummed a tone that no one heard but her. Julian wasn’t far behind.
“What is it that you hum Mistress?”
“Can’t you hear it Julian?”
“I know not what you speak of,” replied Julian eyeing her Mistress carefully.
“I can hear it faintly in the background. It sounds like a carnival song. It’s a very uplifting tone. Do you hear it now?”
Julian listened to the silence surroundings and heard not a whisper.
“I can’t say I can Mistress”
Isabella walked off into the snow leaving footprints behind her. Her hands turned into a pale purple.
“We should be going my lady. It’s getting very cold.” Isabella continued walking off into the snowed plains, heading towards a shinning gleam her eye had spotted.
“You go first Julian. I want to see something.” Julian, hesitant to leave her Mistress behind, yet feeling an ominous shadow, turned around and head towards the mansion.
Isabella walked what seemed like many hours. She could see the smoke of her breath plume out of her mouth and nose. She turned around to see how far she went and saw that she had indeed lost herself in the depths of whiteness.
Not far than a few yards from her, she saw a large house made of solid ice. She walked towards the house, gazing into the depths of the transparent building and touched the walls.
“Beautiful!” giggled Isabella. She quickly looked for an opening and went inside. Unoccupied by anyone, Isabella stood in the main hall of the ice building, staring up into the chandelier made of ice as well. She stood there for many hours, as if she herself had been frozen stiff with the rest of the mansion.
Finally, she walked back and forth looking inside each room with beds made of solid brick ice covered on top with a layer of bearskin. She clawed at the chairs as if to test its durability until blood was drawn from her fingers. With a slight touch of sadness, she climbed into an ice bed remembering the arms of her former lover while flashing into the presents of her new lover, Theodorius. She laid there with her eyes open, a tear forming in her eyes and fall down her cheek, but froze on her face. She laid her hands out around her while her blood covered the bearskin and froze on her hands and bed. And there laid our Mistress with her eyes wide open, as if her eyes were frozen along into that position while the rest of her lied there to be preserved.